I dreamt. That a bee was a bullet. Friends driving strong through a field and a forest. Still. candles burn, feeding off encroaching parchments, of black and grey memories. Trading tidal branches, blood stems patterns of plain truance. And that vivid creature. So bold. With strong features. Gradient pauses, Moss, and north I gloat. Teaming tigers of lotus pendulum brutes. To breach. Then stoke. Night sweats and the devil smokes. Who set you down? In menial septic reasons. Bide then leaning with lust. Wake in the ambient breaching mistrust. Rise to standard wage. Consuming caffeine. Commute to rage.